Jiang Chen suppressed the anger in his heart, but his expression was still calm, and he even said with a faint smile: "Xiaoqian killed Deputy Lord Liang, it is indeed wrong. As her master, I have to bear joint and several liability. Now who else is thinking like this with this junior brother? Please stand up together. If most people really agree with Zhang Yang as the temporary city lord, I will not go against everyone's intentions!"

After he said this, in addition to accusing Jiang Chen of several monks, five monks stood up. However, among the piles of monks in the foundation-building stage in the hall, there was not even one-third of them.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that most of the monks in the city were not from Zhang Yang's sect, so he could still control the situation.

At this time, the eloquent cultivator had already stood up and said to Zhang Yang: "Senior Brother Zhang will take the post of City Lord! Lead us to fight against the army of the Ziyin Sect and defend this city!"

After he said this, he immediately received the approval of Zhang Yang's group, and the people shouted loudly to let Zhang Yang take power.

Seeing this, Wan Liang, Wang Zihan and others were extremely angry and immediately spoke out against it. However, the number of people in their sect was not large. After all, most of the neutral monks in the city had no friendship with Jiang Chen.

Although they are not from the Zhangyang faction, they are also half-believing and half-doubting about Jiang Chen's ability. In this case, they will naturally not stand up to support Jiang Chen.

However, Zhang Yang was afraid that there would be more dreams at night. After pretending to be humble, he said: "Since you brothers are so loving, if Zhang refuses again, he will be suspected of evading responsibility. After the Lord of the Liang Dynasty died, a city lord did need to come to take charge of the overall situation... Zhang tried his best to take on this important task in times of crisis..."

After saying that, he wanted to go to the hall and sit on the tiger-skin chair.

However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded in the hall: "Did I agree to you as the city lord?"

Zhang Yang was suddenly shocked. Looking back, Jiang Chen had already walked towards him with great strides. Although his face was still calm, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his bright eyes.

The people of Zhang Yang's sect were shocked, and the eloquent monk also stuttered. He pointed at Jiang Chen and said, "Jiang... Jiang Chen, you... Didn't you just say that as long as there are more... most people agree with us Zhang... Senior Brother Zhang, do you support us?"

Jiang Chen glanced at him and said coldly: "I said that if most people agree to Zhang Yang as the city lord, I will not object... But look, less than one-third of the people who agree to be the city lord. In this case, why should I let him? Besides, even if I let him be the city lord, will he be able to solve the danger of Wunan City?"

The monk was speechless and quickly turned his attention to Zhang Yang for help.

Zhang Yang was also a little numb. Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen, who had been tolerating and retreating, insisted on competing with him for the position of the city lord.

He looked around and saw that most of them were acting like a irrelevant attitude. Although there were less than ten cultivators on his side, only Wan Liang and Wang Zihan who clearly expressed their support for Jiang Chen. Although Jiang Chen's cultivation was higher than that of him, he was seriously injured and had just gotten up from the bed, and his combat power must have been greatly reduced. He may not be invincible.

Moreover, if I retreated at this time, I was afraid that those neutral monks would go to Jiang Chen. If I wanted to take the position of the city lord, I would be ruined from now on.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang also became jealous of courage and said with a grim smile: "Jiang Chen! I originally wanted to keep you, help me defend the city, and make you meritorious. Who knew that you were so ungrateful and wanted to compete with me for the position of the city lord... So don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately winked at a group of best friends, and then took the lead in voting a green long sword, stabbing Jiang Chen's throat at an extremely tricky angle.

When his hardcore confidants saw that Zhang Yang had already taken action, they shouted and rushed up with Zhang Yang. Five of them rushed towards Xiaoqian under Zhang Yang's younger brother Zhang Sheng.

They obviously knew that Xiaoqian was the most powerful enemy here. As long as they could entangle Xiaoqian for a moment and let Zhang Yang kill Jiang Chen, the corpse who had already recognized his master would naturally die.

Amid the exclamations of Wan Liang and Wang Zihan, Jiang Chen sneered: "Looking for death!"

He slapped the storage bag, and the seven-star sword in his hand reached his hand. Then a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he waved the big sword and drew a golden arc in the air...

With a "puff" sound, the man on Zhang Yang's left was immediately cut off by the sharp sword energy. Although he had already opened his shield, he still could not resist it.

"Jiang Chen's sword technique is so powerful?" Zhang Yang and others suddenly showed fear in their eyes. But now they are already on the string and have to fire it.

"Go to die! Jiang Chen!" Zhang Yang shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly became eight black long swords, forming a "rice" formation and flew towards Jiang Chen.

"No! Brother Jiang is careful! This is the 'disillusionment' in the Ghost Flame Sword Technique. Only one of the eight long swords is real, but it is difficult to see from the appearance!" Wan Liang hurriedly reminded loudly.

Then he also muttered something, grabbed it in his hand, and three dark ghost claws with white bones condensed into shape in the air, and then attacked Zhang Yang, hoping to surround Wei and save Zhao.

However, the person standing on Zhang Yang's right had long been guarding against him and Wang Zihan. So two people immediately came up and took down the three Nether Ghost Claws.

Jiang Chen was not panicked when facing the eight black swords, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly increased to the extreme. The sword of the seven-star sword in his hand was already flashing with dazzling golden light. It shows that the attack that was about to be launched will surely be extremely powerful.

"The third level of the Demon Sword Technique! Thunder breaks through the sky!"

Jiang Chen shouted loudly, and eight golden sword auras flew out from the Seven Star Sword's sword, attacking the eight black swords with powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

"Puff, puff, puff..." Seven of the black swords disappeared without a trace when the sword light hit.

After a moment, there was a loud "bang" sound, and the real black sword and one of the golden sword lights suddenly collided.

The golden sword light finally disintegrated under the powerful collision. But the black sword was also shot down and fell straight to the ground.

Zhang Yang's face suddenly showed a look of fear, because he could already feel that the eight sword lights that Jiang Chen waved were all real sword aura, not like him. Among the eight black swords, seven were phantoms, and only one was real.

But even so, one of these eight sword lights could still shoot down his black sword. It is conceivable how powerful this sword light contains.

"It seems that the Demon Sword Technique is known as an invincible sword technique of the same level, and it is indeed not a boast!" Zhang Yang was extremely shocked.

But next, something that made him even more terrified is still to come.

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, and with the movement of his mind, seven other sword lights continued to fly forward after scattering the phantoms of the seven black swords, and slashed straight towards Zhang Yang from the top, middle and bottom three directions.

Moreover, Jiang Chen obviously calculated his dodge direction and blocked all angles that he might be moving and dodging, so that he would collide with one of the sword lights whether he retreated or moved left and right.

Zhang Yang was so scared that his souls were all rising. He gritted his teeth, sacrificing a disc-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and then suddenly spit inwards a mouthful of essence and blood.

I saw the disc spinning and suddenly it grew into a thick shield with a diameter of two meters. Then it blocked Zhang Yang's face.

At this moment, seven golden sword lights just flew to the ground...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The golden sword lights hit the disc one by one. Each impact shocked Zhang Yang's mind and felt that his internal organs were shocked and he felt that he was shocked and he was deeply hurt.

In addition, in order to activate this magic weapon, he consumed a lot of his essence and blood, which made his face extremely pale.

When the seventh sword light hit the disc hard, Zhang Yang could no longer hold on and sat on the ground with a "pop".

And the disc also lost its spiritual support and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Jiang Chen sneered, and took a step on the ground with his right foot, and took a ghostly footstep under his feet. In a moment, he arrived in front of Zhang Yang, and then raised the seven-star sword in his hand high...

"Senior Brother Jiang! I dare not compete with you for the position of the city lord again! I will let you..." Zhang Yang saw Jiang Chen appear in front of him like a god of killing, and was immediately frightened and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

This person is so backboneless that everyone present despises him very much.

However, Jiang Chen never left himself the idea of ​​leaving trouble for himself when doing things. Zhang Yang had a deep grudge with him and had already started to do it. He would not have any kindness as a woman. He would let this person secretly go against him in the future, or give his own report to the person behind him.

"Zhang Yang, if you had known today, why would you have to be the first? It's too late to repent!" Jiang Chen snorted coldly, then waved the Seven-Star Sword, and drew a golden arc in front of Zhang Yang.

With a "puff!", Zhang Yang's head immediately flew up with a tent of blood and rolled onto the ground in the hall.
Chapter completed!